Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 14:59:09 +0000
From: Randy Dragon
Subject: Teaching Big Bro A Lesson - Part 2 (End)
This story is fiction. Should the characters in this story even
remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was
purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate sex.
If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or
location,then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality
between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this
story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior
discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of
entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that
does not know what the hell they are doing.
That sequel was never intended. But after so many readers felt that there
was some unfinished business, well - read for yourself. I hope you enjoy.
Teaching Big Bro A Lesson - Part 2 (End)
It was already evening, when Kyle was finally able to get up. He still had
difficulties to accept what had happened to him in the afternoon. He could
not believe that he had been raped and abused by his younger teen brother.
However his aching muscles and the dried cum, which covered his body told
him, that it had not been just imagination.
He took a thorough shower, hoping to wash the shame away with his cum. An
all-niter with Cindy would clear his mind. His hair still damp, he choose a
tight pair of jeans, and a well fitting T-shirt, grabbed his leather jacket
and went downstairs, where he heard his mother preparing the dinner.
Taylor was sitting with his father at the table, looking as innocent as
ever, apparently pretending that nothing had happened.
"Hi soldier," his father greeted him, " thanks for taking care of the lawn.
The job must have worn you out. Taylor told us that you worked so hard, so
we let you sleep. Cindy did call several times already. She sounds quite
upset ..."
"Yeah, the afternoon was quite tough," Kyle glowered at his brother,"
anyway, I'm going to see Cindy now..." " Enjoy your evening," Taylor
grinned.
Kyle didn't enjoy the evening at all. For the first time in his
relationship with Cindy, he wasn't able to produce a boner. Cindy was as
frustrated as the confused marine himself. In the end, he gave up, grabbed
his clothes, jumped on his bike and drove home.
Ignoring his family, watching the latest soap opera on TV, he went straight
to his room. Kyle undressed and was lying naked in sullen silence in the
dark, trying to gather his thoughts.
It had started after he had finished mowing the lawn. The beer had gotten
to him much more than usual. He could take a lot, so why did he pass out
like a fresh recruit? This fucking faggot had spiked his drink! That was
it. That little miserable prick had just scored a lucky shot!
He had to put that whimsy nerd back in place. Teach him respect. His lips
twisted in a menacing grin when he fantasized, how he would beat his queer
brother to a pulp.
He heard his parents going to bed and waited for a while until he could
assume that they were sound asleep. Quietly, and avoiding any noise, he
went up and walked across the aisle to his brother's room. The door wasn't
locked. "Gotcha!", he thought while he opened the door and slipped inside.
He approached the prone form of his brother on the bed and jumped him.
Before Taylor was fully awake he was forced down by the full weight of his
brother's muscle-packed body. " OK, pal, now it's payback time, you are
mine," he heard Kyle hissing in his ear with an undisguised vengeance in
his voice.
"Nooo..mmppf!" Taylor's cry was muffled by Kyle's big hand closing his
mouth. The teen, who had slept naked as well, was lifted from the bed and
carried away like a rag doll. Kyle carried his desperately writhing brother
down to the basement and into the garage. Despite his desperate resistance
Taylor was wrestled down to the floor behind the family van. It took the
combat trained marine only moments to subdue his smaller brother. He
straddled Taylor immobilizing him by pinning his arms down with his knees.
His right fist went up preparing a full swing right into his brother's
fearfully contorted face. "Yeah, now you shit in your pants, you miserable
fuckin' faggot," Kyle growled," I'll beat the shit outo' ya!"
"Is anybody here?" their father's voice interrupted the fight. Taylor's
struggling on the way down had not gone unnoticed and woken up his dad, who
had come down. He looked into the garage obviously wondering why the lights
where on. Kyle hunched down and closed his hand with a firm grip over his
brother's mouth preventing him from calling for help. That could mean
disaster. How was he going to explain to his parents, what he was doing
with his brother buck naked in the garage?
Fortunately his father had stopped at the door. "Anybody here?" he asked
again. "What's wrong John?" he heard his mother calling from
upstairs. Kyle froze.
While his big brother was thinking about the embarrassing situation, which
he had brought himself into, Taylor managed to free one arm and reached
between the brawny thighs closing his hand firmly around the flaccid
dangling shaft.
"Nnng..," Kyle flinched but there was nothing he could do about it. Taylor
started to pump the marine dick like a maniac. Kyle clenched his teeth and
felt his six-pack abs tense.
"Nothing, Mary, we have to tell the boys to switch of the lights, when they
are leaving." they heard their father, who didn't bother to check out the
garage. The lights were switched off and the door closed. The garage was
dimly lit by the lights from the street lamps shining through the windows.
" What the fu... Get your hands off me ... you fucking faggot." Kyle barked
enraged but in a lowered voice. "Shhhh... will you be quiet ... or I'll
shout," Taylor warned," and besides, you like it."
Kyle looked down with a shocked expression. Taylor had succeeded, where
Cindy had failed. His cock was already half hard, obviously eagerly
responding to Taylor's jacking.
How was it possible that he a straight jock couldn't get it up anymore when
his chick spread her legs, but was so easily pumped up by his brother?
Memories of the afternoon flashed like snapshots through his
mind. Horrified that the whole story would repeat itself he wanted to get
up. But his brother didn't release his grip and pulled him back down by his
cock.
Taylor slipped his other arm free and started to knead his jock brother's
balls. "Noooo...oooohuuuuhhmm..", Kyle moaned. While his brain was putting
up a desperate fight, his groin knew already he was a goner.
Without releasing his brother's swelling dick Taylor pulled his knees up to
his chest and guided the throbbing cock between his buttocks.
"Noooo...oooohuuuuhhmm..", Kyle groaned when his brother's sphincter closed
around his dick with an iron grip.
Knowing how well his marine brother reacted to the stimulation of his
nipples, Taylor roughly grabbed the powerful pecs above him. He felt the
nipples taunting and twisted them merciless.Almost immediately he sensed
his brother's dick hardening even more. He wiggled his ass. Kyle felt his
cock pulled and twisted.
"Noooo ..fuck..", he protested again. "Shhh..", Taylor silenced his
brother by closing his hands behind the crew cut head and forced the jock
into a kiss.
"Mmm...mmpfff," Kyle was protesting against the invasion of his brother's
tongue.
Taylor's heels were digging in the hunk's melon-shaped butt cheeks keeping
him firm in place. The teen started to rock back and forward forcing his
older brother who was trapped on top to follow his rocking motion. Whether
he liked it or not, he was turned on.
Soon Kyle was eagerly responding to Taylor's tongue play, without any
further need for his head to be forced down. So Taylor had started again to
work on his brother's taunt tits. He increased his rocking making the jock
even hotter.
Taylor felt the grip of his brother's strong arms relaxing. He knew, as
long as, he managed to keep the hunk hard he would be weak. He seized his
brother's wrists. Pushing them first down, he finally broke the weakening
resistance and bent Kyle's arms, behind his back.
To Kyle's frustration Taylor ended the kiss. However before his turned-on
brother knew what hit him, one of his hard protruding nipples was trapped
between Taylor's sharp teeth. Holding his brother's tit tight he started to
suck and worked his tongue over the sensitive surface.
Kyle arched his back, and threw his pecs out to expose his nipple to even
more suction. His eye's almost closed and he started to moan softly. "
Ooohhhh, yeaaaah.."
Never before had the horny fucker experienced such overwhelming sensations.
He had conquered countless pussies, but none of them had turned him on like
it did his brother's tight asshole. While he usually could pound pussy for
hours, he felt the exciting first contractions of his balls at the base of
his cock already now. He didn't realize that the heavy workout that his
brother had given him during their afternoon lovemaking session had
profoundly weakened his stamina.
"Oh yeahhhh...," The lustful moaning increased and his sun-tanned skin
developed a fine layer of male sweat. All ideas of a fight had been
dissolved in the churning cum boiling now in his heating balls.
When he saw the flushed expression of his brother's face Taylor knew he had
him.
The cocksure Lance Corporal with his bragging attitude had been reduced to
a throbbing cock and a swollen set of balls.
Resting limply on top of his teen brother, the brawny marine was caught in
horny stupor. Although the muscle-packed body was very heavy, Taylor had a
good leverage as his raised ass was supporting just his brother's hips.
When Taylor lowered his ass, his brother's dick slipped halfway out. When
he rocked back, the dick was slipping back, pushed by the hunk's body
weight, which applied as well stimulating pressure on his balls.
"Uuuh ... fuck ....," Kyle's lean hips started bucking driven by primal
instinct. He had no choice, but to adapt to the rhythm commanded by
Taylor's further accelerated rocking.
Knowing that his brother would now follow blindly what his cock told him to
do, Taylor stopped his motions. Instead he wrapped his arms around his
brother and pulled him towards him with all he was worth.
"Come on fucker! Show me what kind of stallion you are!" Taylor spurred the
jock.
With his upper body trapped in brotherly embrace, Kyle could only buck his
hips, if he wanted to relieve the tension that had built up in his
groin. As Taylor had expected he didn't hesitate an instant. Kyle's hips
started to hammer in a frenzy, pushing him over the top.
"Yes Bro, give it to me, harder, let me feel your hot bull rod. Fill me
with your marine cum", Taylor spurred until his brother's eyes glazed over,
when the juice was sucked from his contracting balls.
"Oh fuck ... oh yes ... that's iiiiiitttt, aaarghhh," Kyle panted," here it
comezzz...huh ...huh ..hu..yeahhh!"
Taylor felt the muscular body's convulsions, when together with the huge
load of cum his energy was drained from his body.
"Wheew..!", paying the price for the afternoon marathon and the new ride
his brother had taken him on, Kyle collapsed exhausted on his back beside
his brother. Still caught in spasms in the aftermath of his orgasm, he
heard Taylor whispering into his ear:
" I hope you enjoyed that Bro, because that has been for the last time,
that I allowed you to fuck me."
He forced the still dizzy bloke down to his knees and stood in front of
him.
"Wha...," Kyle started to ask when he was silenced by a slap across his
face.
" Shut up soldier boy!" Taylor said.
Kyle had no chance to answer, because when he opened his mouth again, his
brother stuffed him good, shoving his teen dick all the way down his
throat. "Now, you better suck me good," Taylor said. He seized Kyle's ears
and pulled the head into his groin. "Uurgh..mmh", Kyle gargled.It was the
first time he had to deal with a cock in his throat. He felt completely
helpless and rising panic when he couldn't breathe.
" You are a lousy cock-sucker Bro," Taylor commented the retching sounds
emanating from Kyle's throat.
He pulled his cock out and hustled his coughing brother over to the motor
bike. The heavy machine was Kyle's pride. He spent hours to tune it and
polish the chrome accessories.
Taylor pushed the swaying hunk against the bike. "Assume the position,
Lance Corporal," he commanded and bent the husky body over the leather
saddle. Taylor couldn't resist and whacked the bubble butt in front of
him.
"Oouw...!" it was not really painful. Kyle was more shocked about being
spanked by his younger brother.
"Spread 'em Bro!," Taylor kicked his brother's legs apart.
Taylor dunked his fingers into a jar of grease in the shelf behind the bike
and spread it between the sculpted butt cheeks.
"Let's grease you up good. A virgin like you needs some comfort." Taylor
chuckled.
Before Kyle was even able to protest his ass was lubed nicely by his
brother's index finger.
"That is not happening ...", he groaned when he felt Taylor's dick pushing
against his sphincter. "Well, I may not fit into your league," Taylor
smirked," but I sure as hell will make you a member of my league."
"No man, not that, you cannot do that," Kyle protested desperately. He
struggled to evade from the pushing dick and wriggled forward trying to
crawl over the bike. But that made him only lose leverage when his feet
left the floor.
Taylor laughed. He moved even closer between the fanning legs and pulled
the thighs towards him impaling his brother on his cock up to the hilt.
"Fuck! Aawww...no....shit, shit, shit !," the jock howled in pain."... get
it out, get it out, that hurts ..please no more!" His body was writhing on
the saddle.
"Aaaawwwww...!" Kyle's high pitched screams filled the garage.
"Shut up you sissy! You'll wake the neighborhood!", Taylor was concerned
about the noise his brother was making. Looking around, his eyes fell on a
box of tennis balls in the shelf. "That will do fine," he said with a
devilish grin that Kyle couldn't see.
Kyle didn't hear that even. He was almost paralyzed by the agonizing pain
from his popped cherry. He felt his head pulled back and when he gasped
for air, a tennis ball was forced between his jaws gagging him
efficiently. The size of the ball blocked the jaws so well that he was
unable to spit it out. Before he could reach to his mouth, Taylor grabbed
his wrists and forced them behind his tattooed back.
Only muffled grunts could be heard while Taylor thrust his dick again and
again up his brother's ass. After a while the grunting stopped and turned
into heavy breathing through Kyle's nose. The searing pain slowly subsided
and was replaced by new, entirely different sensations while the teen dick
was sliding in and out the greased butt channel.
It felt like a finger fuck only much more intensive and powerful. Taylor
realized that his brother didn't fight anymore. Taylor showed some
mercy. He didn't want to cause any lasting damage and released his
brother's wrists. The jock's head and legs hang limply. Only from time to
time the brawny body convulsed when Kyle was coughing into his gag. Without
stopping his fucking, Taylor removed the tennis ball.
"Oooaaww...," a sigh of relief came from Kyle.
"Let's explore that nice new pussy of yours " ,Taylor probed his brother's
deflowered ass by aiming his thrusts from different angles. His hips
wriggled in spiraling motions. When suddenly the sweaty body below him
tensed, he knew he had struck gold.
"Oh yeah man ... that feels good!", Kyle said in a clear voice, "Fuck me
Bro! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
" See, I knew you'd like it. They are all alike - before they are broken
in." Taylor laughed, " now keep your pussy tight."
He started to plow his brother's ass in earnest.
"You need a cock up your fucking ass." he said almost in a lecturing tone
while impaling his brother. Each thrust caused another crack in the walls
surrounding the marine's alpha dog personality.
"You always wanted to get it from me." The lecture continued.
Again and again the dickhead reached into the depths of Kyle's butt
pounding the hypersensitive prostrate sending the moaning dude into an
orbit of insane lust.
"The muscle stud likes it to be dominated by his little brother, isn't it?"
It took about half an hour of hammering Kyle's macho attitude until it lay
in shattered pieces.
"Yeah give it to me! Fuck my brains out!" Kyle had the urge to get fucked
senseless by his brother.
The pounding stopped abruptly. Taylor's cock left Kyle's ass with a wet
plop.
"Shit no!," the horny marine complained in frustration, "I haven't fuckin'
cum."
"Oh you fucking whore!", Taylor was mocking disgust, "do you need it that
bad?"
"Yeah, man I need it," Kyle hollered.
"Yes, 'Sir'!" Taylor objected sternly.
"Yes ... Sir ... I need it bad!" Kyle hurried to correct his mistake.
"Shall I make you cum, bitch?" Taylor asked.
"Yes Sir, please make me cum," Kyle was begging now.
The marine's swollen dick was jerking helpless between his legs.
Taylor fetched a wooden board from the shelf. "To make sure that you have
learned your lesson hear are the rules", he said.
"Promise, you will treat me with respect!"
Whack! The board hit the bubble butt. Legs were jerking.
"Awww ...Fuck..!" Kyle winced. Toes were curling.
Whack!
"Yeah ... I'll do it!" Kyle shouted while his cock throbbed.
Whack!
"I can't hear your soldier!" Taylor shouted back.
"Yes Sir, I promise!", Kyle sobbed.
"Promise you will follow my orders without questioning!", Taylor demanded.
Whack!
"Yes Sir , I promise!"
"Promise you will dump that Cindy bitch!"
Whack! The ass cheeks turned red.
"Yes Sir, I promise!"
Whack!
"Your bike is mine now!"
"Yes Sir, it is yours!"
Whack!
"You will cum NOW!" Kyle felt his balls leaping to the base of his cock
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Yesss Sssir! Awww!!...Unngh .... I'm cumming ... Fuck ... huh huh huh,"
Kyle's cock twitched wildly. Each whack triggered a blast of white jism
splashing at the side of the bike.
Taylor continued the spanking until his hunky brother begged him to stop.
The marine cock was completely deflated and unable to produce even the
tiniest dribble of cum. The once heavy nut sac had shrunk to a wrinkled
pouch. The gooey streams trickled slowly down the bike, finally dripping to
the concrete floor.
"That's what I call, beating the cum out of someone," Taylor referred to
Kyle's earlier threat," we have to do this again some time."
He helped his groaning brother to get up. Kyle looked at him almost shy,
with a sort of new found respect. "Now give your little brother a kiss,
will you?" he smiled at the exhausted jock.
Without any objection Kyle hugged him and kissed him warmly. The brothers'
tongues where playing in their mouths. Then Taylor gave his brother's butt
a friendly squeeze and broke the kiss.
"That's my boy. You may go back to your room now, but first clean my bike",
he said.
"Sure ... uhm I mean ... yes Sir", Kyle answered respectfully. He fetched a
polishing cloth and started to rub the cum from the bike.
"Stop!" he heard his brother's voice," you have to do this thoroughly."
"But I always do it like th..." he stopped when his bother cast him a
disapproving glance.
"What do you want me to do, Sir?" he asked. "Lick it!" Taylor ordered. "I
don't understand ...", Kyle looked desperate and confused.
" You brainless jarhead!", Taylor grabbed the marine by his shoulder and
pushed him to the bike. "On your knees!", he commanded and Kyle obeyed
instantly. "Open your fucking mouth and show me your tongue!"
The teen seized his big brother's head and pushed his face against the
bike's cum covered tank. He started to rub the face and the tongue dangling
from the open mouth up and down over the surface.
"You lick it clean, understood?" Taylor asked again.
"Mmm..ysss...S...r!", came the muffled answer.
"Do a good job, I'll check it out tomorrow," Taylor said when he left the
garage.
Kyle overslept in the morning as well." I don't know what's wrong with the
boy," his mother wondered. "Hm .. I think he was working late on his
bike," Taylor replied innocently. "Ah, that's why the lights where on last
night," his father added," and his bike was never as shining as I found it
this morning."
Epilogue:
Their parents were glad to see, how well the brother's went along. Taylor
made sure that his brother stayed with the marines. He needed him fit,
strong and handsome. On the weekends after Kyle had done his jobs at home
(Taylor prepared the schedule during the week), they went out with Taylor's
buddies. Sometimes they needed the big marine to beat up some faggot
haters, but most of the time they drove out of town to a barn.
There was always plenty of beer to get the jock drunk. Then the guys took
turns in engaging in naked wrestling bouts with Taylor's muscular
brother. Kyle behaved like a good boy and played his role as a loser, which
granted the winner a victory fuck.
True to his promise Taylor never allowed his brother to fuck him again. But
Kyle had learned his lesson well and knew when he was allowed to cum ...